Aphenphosmphobia | Paul Lahote

three

— Madison

After our studying session, I went home before Paul got back. I didn't want to see him. I just wanted to go back home and write some new lyrics that had been playing in my mind all of a sudden.

I knew why I had new lyrics; because of him. Because he sparked up some kind of irking emotion inside of me that made me blossom like a tulip.

I groaned as I walked down my street pavement. I was almost home, that's the good part, but my father was home visiting. I love him dearly but he always wanted to talk about my future. Not talking about a family wise but college.

He made me apply for many colleges that interested him, not me. He was a lawyer, a good one at that but he sucks at convincing. I wanted to work in the forensic field but he said and I quote. "Forensic is no work for a woman."

That turned out into a divorce of my parents. My father always had the mind that man work is a man and no woman should work in a man's place. But my mother thought otherwise, she served him right as she became a doctor in Forks.

She works alongside Carlisle Cullen, another amazing doctor that only works to save other rather than the money. I had met his family, the Cullen's and the Hale's.

Alice is my favorite, alongside Rosalie and Edward. They helped us when we first arrived at Forks, we used to live there for two years until dad decided to buy a house here in La Push. Its nothing major, the house is a two-story — five bedroom, three bathrooms, a large kitchen, the foyer, the living room, the dining room, and the huge woods that is displayed behind the house.

The woods was and still is my favorite place to concentrate whenever my dad was home and mom was working. I hated being alone with dad because all he wanted to talk about was college and my grades.

Finally, I arrived at the porch step of my house. It was six o'clock, meaning the sun was nearly setting down and a conversation about college was sparking inside where my father was sitting in his office.

I opened the door to the house, placing my keys on the bowl, my sweater on the hanger and my shoes on the shoe rack.

"Maddison." My father's voice called out from his office room, "is that you?" He asks. I rolled my eyes at his oblivion.

'No dad, it's an intruder opening the door waiting for someone to call out so I can pull out my gun and shoot your sorry ass!' I thought sarcastically.

"Yes papá,"I sigh walking into his office. There he sat in the middle of the room with a bunch of papers stack on his desktop. "Do you need something?"

He looks up briefly from his paperwork and stares at me for three seconds before going back to his paper. He took out a paper and handed it to me - great, another college easy to write.

"Stockton University. Think about it? Maybe you-"

"No. Not this again dad. I need to sleep. I have three test tomorrow and I'm still a junior, I need to wait another year for college unt-"

"And that's the best part! You don't have to graduate when you're a senior! You can graduate this year!" He exclaims, pushing his glasses on top of the head, intertwining both of his hands together.

"Look, dad, I need to sleep. I'll talk to you about it sooner or later. Goodnight." I didn't give him the chance to talk as I quickly exited the office and walked towards the stairs.

I ran up and entered my room. My white walls were covered in photography's of Amanda, the Cullen's and Hale's, mom and dad and my dog Spot. I had white Christmas light on my headboard due that I'm still, slightly, afraid of the dark.

I also have a white vanity placed next to it with all of my music papers and schoolwork. I placed my book back on the chair, walked over my walk-in closet and involved myself into my grinch pjs — placing my other clothes in the laundry basket beside my door.

I hummed Edward's lullaby that he had made for myself. I remember I couldn't sleep at all because it was the first night my parents got divorced, and they needed time so they had taken care of me when I was freshman year.

Edwards took me to his music room and made me go to sleep while he was playing his piano. I also remembered some lyrics, but since Isabella Swan came into his life he never finished my song.

It didn't bother me, whatsoever. I was grateful that my attention was now on her. Meaning I didn't have to be the center of everything. I yawned as I looked over at the clock, it was nine already.

I shook my head as time went fast. I brushed my teeth, applied some lotion on my face, drank water and I'm dived into my bed.

That night I fell asleep with certain brown eyes looking at me. But what had me in questioning that instead of humans eyes, it was a wolf.

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